Chapter 80

It's Jiang Jiusheng's wechat.

"Fan benefits."

After this sentence, there is a song, no accompaniment, singing, is her three main songs, a very slow ballad.

Jiang Jiusheng, holding a pillow and a mobile phone, laughs. Mo Bing says that there is love in this song, and asks her where to draw materials.

Where?

Well, it should be Shijin's hand, or Shijin.

When Jin's news returned very quickly, almost every other song time.

"It sounds good."

Jiang Jiusheng contentedly rolled around the bed, thinking how to get back, and carefully put the skirt into the wardrobe tonight.

The phone vibrated several times in a row.

When Jiang Jiusheng points to open, Jin's wechat head is her photo. The last high-definition photo with bare back was sent to him.

He sent four photos, all of which were his hands. There were dark lights on the front and back of the side. The knuckles were long and cold. They were bright and white without any treatment. Because of the short time, they were taken at will, but they still couldn't cover a good color. They were beautiful and not decent.

He replied with two words: "return."

Jiang Jiusheng's mouth is smiling. One by one, he keeps it in the encrypted album. After reading it, he looks at it again. When he returns, Jin says, "I want to touch it."

There was also a drooling expression bag.

Then

The mobile phone is not moving, but Jin does not return the message. Jiang Jiusheng is a little lost. Reluctantly, he puts down his mobile phone.

About five minutes later, the phone vibrated.

Jiang Jiusheng immediately points to open.

It's Shijin's wechat, with four simple words: "Sheng Sheng, open the door."

After a few seconds, she got out of bed without shoes. She just put on a coat and kicked to the living room.

When she opened the door, Jin stood at her door, wearing grey Plaid pajamas, and asked her with a smile, "do you want to touch it?"

Jiang Jiusheng said, "yes."

He reached for her.

Jiang Jiusheng thought that if Shijin was not just a fan, she would never feel this way. She was reluctant to give up to a person and let his face, voice, hand and everything linger in her mind.

The moon rises high.

The hotel's Apricot lights were dim, which made the silhouette of the woman's side face soft.

"Ann Zhi," she called softly

"Peace."

"Peace."

Lin Anzhi, who was lying on the bed, didn't react, his coat and shoes didn't take off, and the room was filled with strong wine.

The woman twisted her eyebrows, with slight fine lines on the corner of her eyes. It was Warner's wenshuning. It was thirty to five, with just right charm. The entertainment circle full of beauties naturally called it not unique, but superior in temperament.

At this moment, her eyes are full of tenderness. She leans down to untie Lin Anzhi's tie. Just when her hand touches him, he suddenly opens his eyes and pushes her away.

"Don't touch me!" "I have a daughter-in-law," he said

Finish saying, the eyes are lax again, close, fall asleep again.

It's just like instinctive action rejection. He didn't wake up drunk at all, but even if he got drunk like this, he still couldn't let go of the people he was thinking about for a moment, from body to heart, painting the ground as a prison.

Wenshuning knows that Lin Anzhi has a person in his heart, but he doesn't know. She is not stupid to love her so much. Why didn't he know that he was acting on occasion? Just, his heart can't help himself.

She received her hand stiffly and said to herself, as if to him or to herself, "Ann Zhi, don't tell me."

"Don't tell me anything."

She thought that if this man was willing to cheat her for a lifetime, even if she was clumsy, she would be willing to accept all the bills in a muddle.

With the bag, wenshuning turned and left the room.

Lin Anzhi's agent Liang Qin is guarding at the door. Seeing the boss coming out, he hurriedly goes forward: "general manager Wen."

"Take good care of him."

With this sentence left, wenshuning left.

Liang Qin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were staggered. If the two hit He can't imagine that the string of his heart is so tightly broken that he still hasn't figured out what it is. He clearly doesn't like it. But why should he bear it? Why should he play with fire on the edge? It's not for the star path. What is he planning?

I'm afraid that if he steps on this step, he will be doomed.

First floor lobby, elevator door open.

The eyes of both eyes are raised almost at the same time.

Mo Bing said, "President Wen."

Wenshuning replied, "Miss mo."

They have no personal relationship, one is the boss of the entertainment company, the other is the gold broker in the circle, just a gentleman's relationship. Greetings, one in one out, pass by.

The elevator door is closed.

Mo Bing wrists her eyebrows, remembers Jiang Jiusheng's words and shakes her head. She also knows that Lin Anzhi's film final banquet is held in the entertainment city on the top floor of this hotel. As the boss, it's no fault that wenshuning will attend.On the 14th floor, Mo Bing sees Liang Qin, Lin Anzhi's agent, at the door of the suite.

She came up and said, "where's Anzhi?"

Liang Qin handed her the key: "I'm drunk inside."

Mo Bing said thanks, took the key to open the door and entered the room. The light in the porch didn't turn on. She went straight to the bedroom and turned on the bedside lamp. When she saw Lin Anzhi sleeping heavily, her coat and shoes didn't take off, and the quilt was crumpled by him.

"Peace."

Mo Bing shouts, but Lin Anzhi doesn't respond.

She raised her voice: "Lin Anzhi."

Almost reflexive, he immediately opened his eyes, then sat up, drunk eyes blurred for a long time to settle, and then saw Mo Bing.

"His mouth a smile:" daughter-in-law, you come

What a silly laugh.

Mo Bing is helpless. He sits at the head of the bed, rubs his short hair, and gently scolds him: "how can I drink so much?" After all, I feel sorry for him, so I got up to pour him hot water.

Lin Anzhi holds her hand and won't let her go.

"What's the matter?" Mo Bing sits back.

He grabbed her hand, shook it, and called her name: "Mo Bing."

"Well?"

A pair of drunk eyes, but extremely firm, he said: "I love you."

Mo Bing smiled: "I know."

"I love you."

"I see."

He hugged her waist like a child, repeating over and over: "I love you, I love you."

Mo Bing holds his face and kisses him: "what's the matter?"

Lin Anzhi shook his head, his eyes were red, and he buried his head on her shoulder. His voice was hoarse and he murmured: "don't leave me, even if I do something wrong, will you not leave me?"

Mo Bing is astonished. I don't know what happened to him.

Unable to get an answer, he was very anxious, and forced her around the waist: "you promised me, huh? Mo Bing, can you promise me? Don't leave me, hit me and scold me, don't leave me, OK? "

Like a child.

It was the same when he was a boy. At that time, he just came to her home from the orphanage and didn't say a word for a month. She thought he was mute, but on the winter solstice night, when he had a high fever and was confused, just like now, holding her young, he begged her again and again not to leave.

Mo Bing knows that Lin Anzhi has no sense of security. Even if he treats people coldly and mercilessly, it must be because he has suffered from the coldness and warmth of the world and the displacement. She will never forget what she looked like when she saw him for the first time in the orphanage. In the dark eyes of the youth, there was no temperature. She was cold and defensive, like isolating the whole world.

Mo Bing hugs him and nods, "well, don't leave you."

He red eyes, looked at her for a long time, and then held her, crazy to kiss her, untie her clothes.

"Mo Bing."

"Well."

"Mo Bing."

"Well."

"I love you I will love you till I die. "

She was lying on the pillow when tears came down.

"Anzhi, what's the matter with you?"

He said nothing, possessed her heavily, whispered in her ear again and again that he loved her.

A love, intense to the extreme, he left traces everywhere in her body, and then exhausted, but still do not let go, tightly holding her.

After the end, she nest in his arms, muttered: "pregnant how to do?"

The answer to her was his deep breath, but Mo Bing was not sleepy at all. She thought that when they were 18 years old, carrying their parents and stealing forbidden fruit, she took the initiative to press him on the board of the attic, like a little overlord who was not familiar with the world, and said: you are mine later, and you will follow me all your life.

The 18-year-old laughed, bright and clean, and said, "OK."

At that time, they were innocent and fearless. When they held each other, they thought they had the whole world.

The 18-year-old girl asked the same 18-year-old: what if you are pregnant?

He said: I think about the name of the child, no matter the boy or the girl, it's limo.

Fourteen years passed in a hurry. Looking back, the most beautiful thing is childlike words. The young girls meet each other to the white head.

I only want to go through thousands of sails, when I come back, I am still young.

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